My heart flips as I look at her, reaching down to brush her bangs out of her eyes. I still can’t believe she’s in my bed, warm and naked and ready for me. It feels too damn good to be true.
Willa smiles like she knows what I’m thinking as she grabs at my flannel shirt, fiddling with the buttons. I let the shirt fall to the floor before I get off the bed to yank down my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free—swollen and throbbing, and I fist it as I step closer to the bed, where Willa is staring at me openly. Her lips part. Then she reaches out, and I let her pull me back onto the mattress.
Holy shit.
This is really happening.
Anticipation buzzes through me as I ease on top of Willa, our bodies melding together—a perfect fit. I position myself between her thighs, my cock poking against her entrance. Then I suck in a breath, looking down at her and wondering how the hell I got so lucky.
“You ready for this, princess?” I ask.
She smiles. “Definitely.”
9
WILLA
Flint’s bodydwarfs mine as he settles on top of me—a mountain of muscle and ink. I can feel his giant cock brushing between my thighs, just as thick and hard as the rest of him, and it sends a shiver through me, nerves and excitement bubbling beneath my skin. It feels like I’m drowning in him. Pinned to his bed, the familiar scent of pine and woodsmoke swallowing me whole.
But I love it.
There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be as I stare up into Flint’s eyes.
“I’m so happy you’re my first,” I whisper, looping my arms around his neck.
Something cracks open in his expression, gaze turning soft. “You’re my first too, Willa.”
I feel a bolt of surprise at his words. “Really?”
He nods. “Never wanted anybody like this before, princess. Never felt this way until you.”
His confession makes my pulse skitter, a warm glow of happiness spreading through my chest.
“I’ve never felt this way before either,” I tell him.
He makes a noise of satisfaction deep in his throat, bending down to kiss my forehead. I catch my scent, still clinging to his light brown beard, and the memory of what he did with his tongue sends a thrill through me.
I’m ready for more.
Ready for him.
“Hold on to me,” Flint says as he lines himself up between my thighs. “I’ve got you.”
His eyes never leave mine as he pushes the fat tip of his cock into my pussy, stretching me tight around him. He thrusts slowly inside, filling me up in one long movement that sucks the breath from my lungs.
Oh God.
Flint’s jaw tightens and he lets out a deep groan, closing his eyes like he’s fighting for control. When he opens them again, he looks down at me, his expression melting into concern.
“You okay? Am I hurting you?”
It’s hard to find the words to respond. He feels eye-wateringly huge inside me—like something far too big squeezed into something far too small. He’s splitting me in half, and the pressure stings. But there’s something pleasurable about the pain. Something delicious about the way his cock feels, swelling against every sensitive nerve, overwhelming me in the best way.
“No…” I say through a hiss of breath. “It’s a lot. But I like it.”
“I’ll take it slow.” Flint presses a kiss on my cheek. “You’re doing good, princess.”
The praise sends a shiver of delight through me, and I relax against him, wrapping my legs around his hips. He watches me like a hawk as he starts to move in a gentle rhythm—scared to break me. With each steady thrust, my body starts to adjust. The discomfort melts away, and suddenly I’m aching for more. Aching for him to move faster.
